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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, astrological science
rappin violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy you could tell its from Jesus.
As good as Brief is,
with the force of a sorcerer, put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
Forfit formula,
im formin a thesaurus of versus,
or its a chorus or more i smoke a forrest.
super powers like Morphius, Orcious the orical,
mp3 players let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not scared to a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
is gone have to go by me cause long as i dont got no I.D.
victums got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry I'ma give um,
said it was hot so check the media hype.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat [aint no yall]
the heat [no turin back, im forever]

i recolect the era where terra and
of wreckin the mic, respect a mack no hesitation.
or not, I'm givin my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
These is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, sounds scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an an sellin drugs,
an the thug in tight an what happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I cant help the violence when i random rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up like or pantomimes,
write a for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you off the way my grammar rhyme.
on my dictation is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, throw an elephant.
They shoulda told um i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the podium sense dancin on linoleum.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat. [aint no escape
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im forever]

Coolin with the eatin rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand fake niggas an bitches.
Dont make me my stomach,
them killas come through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my coins but fly Donald a rat,
wit fly chicken tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you gotta go,
you live here, word to the mamas thats a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
Dont worry you a good nigga, in that zone,
you to a rich, real rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer with lead,
i got Chicago nigga that do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 bags of dope in bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.